Not far away, the president of the Martial Arts Association clicked his tongue, feeling that Lin Ping'an was a bit too arrogant in his actions.
However, considering his life experiences, it seemed quite normal.
Just hoped that he wouldn't stray onto a wrong path in the future.
But after thinking carefully, recalling that cultists had an irreconcilable grudge against him, he felt relieved.
No matter how bad he gets, it's impossible for him to go down that evil road.
His heart is with the Human Race, so what's wrong with being a bit arrogant?
A moment later, students from all classes left under the guidance of their teachers.
Lin Ping'an, however, greeted the principal and the homeroom teacher Li Xue, requesting a period of leave.
During this upcoming period, he wasn't planning to stay on campus idly.
There was nothing he needed here, and staying would only be a waste of time.
With this free time, it's better to practice cultivation at home, create new cultivation techniques, and make greater progress.
The teacher and the principal agreed to the leave request.
As for Lin Ping'an's grades, there was naturally no need to worry. With the cultivation of a First Grade Martial Artist and top scores in liberal arts, entering the Martial Science University was a sure thing.
As long as he showed up and participated in the martial arts college entrance exam, nothing else was important anymore!
Half an hour later.
Lin Ping'an didn't go straight home but instead, after some twists and turns, went to a secluded hotel in the city, booked a room for a period, and temporarily used it as a place to stay.
Then, inside that room.
He entered the Civilization Master System's Creation Space again to continue creating new cultivation techniques.
With the Civilization Value gains, he invested them all in, and after using them up, he returned to reality to temper his bones.
Even though the battle strength of a First Grade Middle Stage fighting a Third Grade Early Stage was strong, he felt it was still far from enough.
The battle strength of Middle Tier and High Tier Martial Artists was like a giant rock firmly pressing on Lin Ping'an's mind.
In this world, Ninth Grade Peak is respected on the surface, but who knows how deep the waters are beneath?
Think more, imagine more, analyze more...
From start to finish, Lin Ping'an was never an arrogant person.
Old Liu's kind of existence, no matter where in the world you are, will always exist.
In terms of personality, he always dared to think about everything with the worst intentions.
Great power gathered in oneself; only when strong enough can one handle everything.
Besides, there was also a hint of urgency in Lin Ping'an's heart.
The Zhou Qiang, whose limbs he had crippled, had a Third Grade Martial Artist uncle to rely on.
Who knows when the other party will come for revenge?
At that time, a fierce fight will be inevitable.
Right now, although the combat strength of a Third Grade Early Stage is strong, it's not enough to handle it.
Before then, enhancing every bit of strength seems particularly important.
This crisis was also the main reason Lin Ping'an chose not to live at home during this time and set out to practice elsewhere.
Heaven knows when they might attack, but using this method to delay for some time gives more odds of winning.
Once this new cultivation technique is completed as originally expected, a mere Third Grade Martial Artist will not be a worthy adversary.
Meanwhile.
In the medical room at the First High School campus.
"Wuwuwu... Run'Er, my Run'Er, that damned Lin Ping'an, truly deserves to die!"
"My son... my son... bastard... so ruthless... I want to report him to the Martial Arts Association!"
"Huff huff huff huff... it's infuriating! That little brat is really looking for death!"
"..."
Seeing the miserable state of Zhou Qiang and others, the parents were indignant, gritting their teeth.
They looked as if they would tear him apart if Lin Ping'an really appeared.
In reality, if he did appear, they wouldn't be so bold as they are now.
A few minutes later, the parents scanned the room, locking their sights on the principal.
They exchanged glances, as if they had found a target, and began to mess around noisily.
"Principal, Lin Ping'an beat my son like this. He must be expelled and there should be compensation."
"That's right! He didn't learn well as a child, and won't be a good person when grown up! He doesn't deserve to be in school!"
"Such a person isn't fit to practice martial arts? We must have an explanation!"
"Yes! We sent our kids here in good condition, now something like this happened, there must be an explanation."
"..."
They pointed fingers, spitting everywhere, as if standing on a moral high ground.
They kept demanding Lin Ping'an's expulsion and demanding compensation from the school.
Seeing this scene, the normally kind principal froze with a look, with a flash of dangerous aura in his eyes.
In the next moment.
The aura of a Third Grade Martial Artist suddenly exploded, suppressing the parents and silencing the scene.
Simultaneously, a loud shout rang out.
"Impudence!"
"I've made it clear. The fault this time lies with them. It's lucky they didn't die!"
"The event took place with high-ranking members of the Martial Arts Association present. Right and wrong have been judged. Reporting it a thousand or ten thousand times will yield the same result."
"If you continue to mess around, don't blame this principal for being impolite and throwing you out of campus."
"Do you really think a Third Grade Martial Artist like me is a pushover?"
"Hmm!"
With a cold snort, the principal finished speaking and turned to leave.
In his view, although Lin Ping'an was a bit ruthless, what he said was also factual.
In that situation, killing wouldn't have been too much.
Martial arts cultivate a seamless and smooth mindset.
To insult one's parents is nothing less than forming a life-and-death enmity.
Even if these few were truly beaten to death, it would only be considered as dying deservedly.
Though high school students, they are not young and should already understand basic principles.
If you make a mistake, you have to admit it!
The principle of disaster coming from the mouth should be understood by all.
Not getting a harsh beating now would lead to an even faster death after entering society.
These days hardly count as a truly peaceful era; in hidden corners, too many people die, too numerous to count.
On the other hand, the parents, once again intimidated, turned pale and fell to the ground not daring to speak.
As they saw the principal leave, they mustered the courage to quietly curse incessantly.
This time, besides the damned Lin Ping'an, their target included the old and wretched principal.
As for these curses.
The not-too-distant principal naturally heard them clearly. The sensitivity of a Third Grade Martial Artist's five senses far exceeds what ordinary people can imagine.
However, he didn't mind.
A moment later, as the principal passed the corridor, he heard the rising cries of pain from various classes.
"Ah ah ah... it hurts... damn... this is too painful..."
"Damn... this cultivation technique is toxic... it's toxic!"
"Ow... ow ow... I can't... can't bear it... it's killing me with pain..."
"Uh... I seem to see my long-dead grandmother waving at me..."
"Is this a cultivation technique humans can practice? Painful Demon Body? It's too damn painful!"
"Going to die... going to die... going to die... going to die..."
"..."